Suicide's POV
My name is Suicide... And I'm mute, when I was young. My parents died in a plane crash and I didn't want to talk to paany one about it anymore. So I stopped talking period. When they died. A person from a Adoption place came to my house with 2 cops
~FlashBack~
My parents had gone on a trip to Florida for 3 weeks. I was gonna be home alone. After all, I'm 17. I was sitting at home, listening to my favorite band -BVB- when there was a knock at my door. When I answered it there where 2 cops and a lady standing in a door way "Ummm... Can I help you?" I asked, "Can we come in? We need to talk to you mam and your gonna wanna be sitting down" one of the cops said. "Uhh sure?" I said letting them in, "We are just gonna tell you strait forward, Your parents plane has crashed. And there are no survivors" The cop said. "And you have an hour to pack anything you want, your coming to an adoption agency, and anything you don't take will be actioned off" The lady said. I just stared at them and packed everything I wanted and went the the agency.
-End of flashback-
So now I've been at the for 3 years. And I haven't talked for all 3 years. I've been bullied. I was snapped out of my train of thought by the agency lady yelled "ALL KIDS ADGES 16 TO 20 GET DOWN HERE!!" -and Ik there are no 18+ year olds in adoption agencies- I never go down so I just ignored it "THAT MEANS YOU TO SUICIDE" she yelled again. So I get up and put all my clothes on. Ripped skinny jeans BVB t-shirt and my Ashley Purdy Warpaint. Ashley is my fav member. I walk downstairs only to be shoved out of the way by the prep who owned a this place practically "out of my way you Emo freak" she says I flip her off as usual "Poor Emo still doesn't talk. Shocker" She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. I went to push her down the stairs but my friend Jakob caught my hand. I looked at him and he just gave me the don't do it look. Jakob is also mute, and we both know Sign Language. He let me go and went back to his room. I guess they only wanted girls today, oh well. I finally get down stairs and nearly pass out. My 5 saviors are standing right in front of me. Examining each and every one of us and asking a few questions. Andy walks up to me and looks at me. Than goes back to the other 4 guys, I don't get excited bc I already know I'm not gonna get adopted. "Suicide pack your things these Emo's are adopting you" The lady said. I flipped her off and went to pack my things. I went and signed Jakob the news. We hugged and I walked off. Oh and Jakob is gay so we weren't dating if you thought that. I went down stairs with my stuff. I had to right in a piece of paper to see if C.C. could help me get my drum set. He gladly helped me and as we waited I noticed Ashley was looking back at me with a confused look. I wrote down what and he asked why I wasn't taking. I told him the story and he asked me if I would start talking again. I did only bc he was my savior. I'd been listening to him ever since Stolen Hearts. It was really hard to talk at first but I got the hang of it. When Jake finished signing papers, who is now apparently my dad, I was flung over someone's shoulder. I seen there butt and knew it was Ashley. "PUT ME DOWN PURDY PURV!!" I yelled and he threw me in the car and sat by me. We sat there talking the whole time and eventually I asked how long until we got there. "How much longer Andy?" I asked. "4 hours" he said and I sighed. "Ugh I hate car rides" I said. "Oh than I guess you don't wanna go on tour with us than?" Ashley said. "I would love to do that. That would be a dream come true." I said. I fell asleep leaning on Ashley's shoulder. And that's what I did the whole car ride
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Hey guys. New fanfiction. Tell me what you think. And Ik it's really long so I'll try to keep making Long chapters like this. And I'll update later tonight I promise. And if I don't I will really early in the morning Peace out thug pugs!!
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Adopted by BVB- DISCONTINUED
FanfictionThe title says it all. But what will happen along the way? (I'd just like to say I wrote this book when I was THIRTEEN and I'm now 20. I am aware it is cringy, read at your own risk. 🫡)